This event shall not be described beyond saying that I laughed until I cried for hours. It involved doing shots of sugar, and epic mischief. The only other thing I can provide is some photographic evidence:
+ Working at Center Camp Cafe
Anywhere I can serve people lattes wearing a clown nose gets a thumbs up in my book. Also: dance breaks.
Reuniting with old friends is a joyous thing indeed.
+ Dancing in the dust storm
During one of several total whiteout dust storms, I did a modern dance improv piece at center camp.
We were at about 5 foot visibility at the time, so only people who were very, very close could see me.
I rolled around in my red & black kimono, got dirtier than I’ve ever been in my life, and inhaled the dust as I danced until my lungs were raw.
I felt so at peace in that moment…alone inside my moving body, working both with and against the elements at the same time…
On the brink of complete exhaustion, surrounded by people but still somehow completely alone in all that white…
It’s a feeling I can’t properly describe.
Much like Burning man in general.
I’ll have another BM update with video whenever I have time to edit it down.
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